Leon spent the following day creating an area beside his home to become a garden . He tilled the soil until loose then used scrap pieces of wood, from the small open shed beside the hut, to border several patches . In one of these patches, he transplanted the wild herb and in another he planted seeds he had obtained from wild berries . He could not do much beyond this at that point for he lacked what he needed to create a garden of substance . He decided that he should probably visit the library soon . One of the early diaries contained a map and he had already identified a route that he could take and not be spotted by others .
Sadly, even if he wished to avoid other students, it seemed other students did not wish to avoid him .
"I don't remember it being so difficult to find," a boy with a substantial girth complained, as he approached . Leon found his body beginning to shake and could only assume that it had memory of this fellow, even if Leon himself did not .
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"We have not been here in awhile," a tall, blond haired boy reminded him . There was a third boy, short and sly following the pair .
Was eight days really so short a time, Leon wondered, his body still paralysed, even though his mind had quickly identified the trio . They were those who had left this body near to death . He assumed the fat boy, who wore robes not much different from his own, but cut from better cloth and pristine not a speck of dirt upon them, was Caprian . He also had an elegant hair pin and crown securing his dark hair into a topknot upon his round head . That would make the tall one Tor, he may have saved Leon by feeding him the pill, but his demeanor seemed as if he was cut from ice . Though he had not caught the name of the third, the diary had mentioned the short lackey as being called Virgal . He was a bootlicker and underhanded . He had probably acted as lookout that day, so he could claim his hands were clean .
"Ah, Leo, you still live then,"Virgal snickered as he saw Leon watering the transplanted herb . Leon felt his muscles unfurl and placed the bucket and ladle down, less he drown the plant before it could grow . He stored the fact that this body held a name similar to his own to the back of his mind .
"Why are y-you h-here," he found himself stuttering . He could not tell whether this was from fear or a physical quirk . He had not spoken a word since arriving in this body .
Caprian frowned . "Did the last beating ruin your brains?" He sneered . "You know why we are here!" Leon shook his head though he could guess . They were after more pills and potions . His fingers nervously grasped and pulled at each other, his bones cracking . "Don't just stand there, hand over the pills you've made this week!"
"C-c-can't," Leon said, honestly . Caprian took great strides over to him and grabbed his collar . Leon squealed and instantly felt ashamed by his reaction . He was a grown man, surely he should not be so fearful of this brat! But his body did not agree and began to tremble . "D-don't have any! I have n-no m-m-more herbs!"
"Pfft, what a joke," Virgal laughed . "Poor excuse, you would have restocked from the seniors by now!"
Leon shook his head . "N-needed to heal!" He said, not pointing out that such was their fault . "B-besides, I h-have no more p-pills to swap for h-herbs . "
Tor placed his hand on Caprian's shoulder . "We did take all of his pills, so that is probably not a lie . "
The fat boy tossed Leon backwards, causing him to trip over his bucket and spill its contents over the skirt of his robes . He then turned to look at Virgal . "Go get him some herbs!" He demanded of the boy .
"Hey, why mine?" The sly boy argued, but scampered off when he saw the angered look upon Caprian's face .
"I will be back in three days!" The bully said, before he and Tor walked back towards the compound .
A large bundle of herbs were thrust into Leon's arms later that day . But Leon did not attempt to create pills, for one thing, he did not know how . Instead he spent the whole night making talismans and charms in order to calm his frazzled nerves .
Chapter end
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